Waking up to the sound of
street cleaners coarse brushes
wide brimmed aluminium
shovels back scraping along
the street edges rubbing off
kerbstones sloshy loads
being dumped into their
trolley bins whacking debris
against the metal rims empty
cans being trod on crushing
for more space in the plastic
liners first subway trains
vibrating the ground voices
night busses replaced D - - -
Day  begins one way echoes
pass under arch cardboard
collection empty bottle rolls
coffee bar sandwich sleeping
bag blue Charring Cross giro
sign HMS Dole office the queue.